Counterfeit Hero

Volume 6 Chapter 12 Shocked by Farts

The fat man who was shouting and humiliated to the headquarters was dragged away by Boswell.

Fatty felt very depressed that his romantic character and free nature were being stifled in front of the big mimi beauty.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The fat man was pressed on the seat of the flying car by Boswell, while he looked around and tried his best to poke his head: "I said, old man, why are you pulling me?"

Not far away, a curvaceous young confidential secretary stood there helplessly, staring at the struggling fat man with a look of disbelief on his face.

Boswell got into the flying car.Take off the fat, deformed face pasted on the window of the flying car. The flying car shook twice and drove away in a hurry.

"He is..." The young confidential secretary's beautiful face had an expression of almost collapse: "Federal hero Tian Xingjian?"

Several officers from the headquarters who were standing nearby talked about other things and dispersed one after another.

They really couldn't answer the woman's question.Federal Hero... He wants to cry just talking about it. His dream of being a hero is completely shattered!

The flying car quickly ran out of the base like a panicked rabbit.

"Really..." The fat man's face was pressed against the rear window again, complaining: "What a romantic encounter, but you ruined it."

Boswell's face was livid, and he really wanted to kick this fat man out. Such low-level behavior can be called a romantic encounter by him!

"I said..." The fat man slid down from the car window, sat on the chair and asked: "Old man. Where are we going? When did you have a laboratory in the capital?"

"The First Military Academy in the capital." Boswell said: "As early as a year ago, when the current situation was tense, the Garipalan Military Academy successively relocated several departments and most important laboratories to the capital. Borrowed That’s where the First Military Academy was. ”

"Then why didn't Milan follow?" The fat man looked at the city outside the window and asked casually.

"The school also has a cooperative project with the military in Galipalan." Boswell leaned his head on the back of his chair and said with half-squinted eyes: "If it weren't for the new jumping technology, I would still be in Galipalan. Don’t worry, Milan will also come to Chakna in a while. She is the second batch of project collaborators.”

Fatty almost cried. What kind of heart does this have? Thinking of Milan's magical shell gun, Fatty was frightened. He found. I should exercise more, otherwise, I might be blown away by Milan just by whistling at a beautiful girl.

The flying car glides on the road like water. The deep sound of the engine is almost inaudible, and the interior of the car is extremely quiet. After exiting the closed road outside the base, the steering wheel of the autonomous driving system turned slightly, and the car turned onto a majestic overpass. A few minutes later. We have already reached the edge of the capital city. The further you go, the busier it becomes outside the window.

Fatty is very familiar with this city where he has lived for more than twenty years. Yingbin Avenue, Triumph Avenue, Luoye Lake Road, and Liberty City Park all brought back so many memories.

primary school. High school, university. How a little boy who lost his parents and was naturally timid turned into a fat, obscene man commonly known as Goubuli under the rejection of his peers is like yesterday.

A huge recruitment poster passed before my eyes. The fat man jumped up in surprise. Turn around and stick to the window, pointing out the window and shouting: "Me! Me!"

Boswell was already used to it, and with a straight face, he ignored the ecstatic fat man.

The poster that caught a glimpse quickly disappeared around the corner of the street. The fat man did not get a response from Boswell, so he asked with some unconfidence: "Did I read it wrong? There are quite a few words."

Another poster passed by the window. This was the central city of the capital, the most prosperous area. Fatty's eyes widened, he looked at himself on the poster and smiled innocently at himself. ….

"Me, me!" The fat man's hands were trembling!

The poster flew backwards outside the window. One after another. On every lamppost on both sides of this bustling street, the same recruitment posters were hung. At a glance.　In rows and columns, there is no end.

The fat man was so excited that he was dumbfounded!

"Stop! Stop!" He pressed his face against the glass, squeezing it into a weird shape, and stretched out his hand to pull Boswell's clothes back and forth.

"Where are you parking your car?" Boswell knew that fat people should not appear in public places. Otherwise, how could the high command bring him back with his head covered? He immediately refused: "Isn't it just using your photo as a recruitment poster? Look at your worthless look."

The fat man scratched his head and asked in surprise: "Why are you using my photo? Well, even if there are not many people in the Federation who are more handsome than me, you can still find one or two? It's a lot of words."

"Bah!" Boswell laughed angrily: "I don't know how many people are more handsome than you. How many people in the Federation can't find someone more shameless than you?"

"You mean..." Fatty couldn't help but feel more joyful: "I'm the most shameless one?"

Unable to communicate, Boswell turned his head and gave a voice command to the autonomous driving system: "Drive quickly, drive quickly!"

The fat man looked out the window happily, feeling very relieved.

The flying car continued to move forward, and outside the car window, a beautiful girl passed by a wall with a poster on it. She suddenly turned around and saw the honest fat man on the poster, and couldn't help but smile.

Several young and beautiful girls walked across the road holding hands and laughing and walked onto the bus stop. One of the girls grabbed her companion’s hand, pointed at the fat man on the recruitment poster on the platform and started chattering. She didn’t know what she said, which made her companion blush and tickle her.

The fat man couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Boswell's neck, and shouted: "Stop! Stop the car quickly!"

The fat man was not allowed to be exposed to the public for the time being, but according to the command of the command, Boswell was shaken back and forth by the fat man's pinch, but he refused to give the order to stop.

The fat man was itching unbearably. In desperation, he took out the kid and stuffed it into Boswell's hand: "Do you know what this thing is? I'll tell you when you stop the car."

Boswell rolled his eyes, threw the metal ball in his hand on the seat and said: "Isn't it just a spherical robot? With such a rough craftsmanship, you can buy one on the market for a few hundred yuan. Today's primary school students are raising electronics All pets are more advanced than this!"

With a few soft sounds, the metal ball cracked several holes, and the little kid's limbs flipped out of the holes. As soon as the round head was exposed, he yelled: "Immortal! You are the only electronic pet! A few hundred dollars each, you buy it and I try it!"

Boswell was startled, stunned as he watched the spherical robot jumping up and down in front of him.

"Hurry up!" The fat man pulled the kid around a few times with his hands and pointed at the driver's seat: "Butt, take over this car and stop it!"

The little kid couldn't understand his hatred and spat at Boswell again. Then he muttered unhappily and climbed to the bridge.

How could Boswell not see such an anthropomorphic action? The old man suddenly became excited and grabbed the fat man's neck, his eyes shining: "What is this? How anthropomorphic is this robot?"

Anthropomorphism is an indicator of machine intelligence in artificial intelligence research. It was originally a professional term used in artificial intelligence research. Later, it became a common term for service robot manufacturing companies and toy manufacturers when measuring products.

The higher the degree of anthropomorphism, the more expensive the product will be. Now, the anthropomorphism of robots has reached 50%, but after all, this is just a simulation, not the creation of new life. Those realistic electronic robots can only interact with humans within a limited range. For them, any emotion is just a superficial anthropomorphic program. ….

As soon as the little kid appeared, he was stunned by Boswell, who had been dealing with robots all day long and had been immersed in the field of artificial intelligence all his life.

It is absolutely impossible for a modern robot to react so quickly and excitedly to the ridicule of others without the owner's order. Especially at the end, after the fat man gave the order, the ball still spat with unsatisfied content, in Boswell's opinion, it was simply a miracle!

This behavior of ignoring orders and performing irrelevant actions, although it only lasted for one second, has completely subverted the robot code!

"Anthropomorphism?" The fat man pushed away Boswell's hand contemptuously and said with a stern face: "A dog chases a motorcycle and doesn't understand science. Listen clearly, this is an artificial intelligence with a completely independent personality!"

"Human...artificial intelligence." Boswell was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning: "Completely independent personality." He grabbed the fat man frantically: "You lied to me, how is this possible?"

The fat man snorted: "I thought of giving you a surprise in the laboratory. Who told you not to stop the car? I had no choice but to let my butt do it by myself."

"Butt, butt." The impact of the sudden appearance of artificial intelligence on old Boswell was obviously too strong.He muttered something in his mouth, staring blankly at the spherical robot that climbed onto the bridge and put its manipulator hand into the data interface.

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